Hours passed, or maybe less.
Time had a funny way of disappearing when every step looked exactly like the last.
Trees.
Dirt.
More trees.
The rope rubbed against my wrists with every stride, burning little by little, but I'd stopped noticing it after the first hour and pain became background noise eventually.
The group didn't, I listened, watched and counted.
David stayed near the front, not because he didn't trust the others, because he liked seeing everything first.
The younger idiot drifted between the middle and the back, never keeping the same pace for long. He talked too much. Complained too much. Laughed louder whenever David looked his way.
Still trying to prove himself.
The older ones barely spoke, one limped slightly on his left leg and another constantly checked over his shoulder.
Paranoid.
The tallest one carried most of the supplies without complaining.
Useful.
Every single one of them had a job, that was the problem. They were cracked, but not broken.
